The only glimmer of hope was Felix. In the fleeting moments our eyes had met, I felt it—an undeniable connection that made my wolf stir with certainty. He was my mate, the one person in this nightmare who might help me.
My thoughts were interrupted when the door burst open, and Hera strolled in, her expression sharp and malicious. She tossed a stack of photos onto the bed without a word. I froze as I recognized the faces: Heron and Vivien, smiling and radiant on their wedding day.
“They moved on fast,” Hera sneered, her tone dripping with false sympathy.
I glared at her. “Why are you showing me this?”
“To help you see the truth,” she said coldly. “You don’t belong anywhere—not in their world, not in ours. If you want peace, there’s only one way out.”
Her words chilled me. “What are you talking about?”
“You need to disappear, Calla. Permanently.” Her smile was cruel, and I recoiled, horrified.
Before I could respond, Jacob appeared in the doorway, his golden eyes narrowing. “What’s going on?”
“Just a friendly visit,” Hera said sweetly, snatching the photos and tucking them behind her back. “Oh, and to invite you and Calla to dinner at the Thorndusk Pack. Mother and Father insist.”